Chapter 036 Cult Simulator

The elevator was very clean. There was a kumquat pot in the corner, with a spray bottle hanging from a plastic clip on it.

Lin Muqing's experience tells him that there are many organizations that have the leisure to decorate green plants, but there are definitely not many that remember to replace the water source. All these clues show that the believers are living seriously, and it is human nature to unconsciously follow the preferences of their superiors. In a place like the church that expands psychological reverence, it means that the believers' living habits will overlap with Baizhu to a large extent.

It may be difficult to understand, but in a nutshell, Bai Prayer is the one who lives seriously.

“…”

Director Lin was subtly caught up in some indescribable emotions.

The display screen jumped to the fifteenth floor. The platform he was standing on suddenly shook, and the water surface began to sway. Lin Muching immediately looked up. The monitor greeted him with a flashing red light. He slowly shifted his gaze. The numbers on the display screen turned into a string of garbled characters. The elevator experienced an upward and horizontal movement and then rose, taking a route similar to the character "and" without the two horizontal lines.

When he stepped onto the carpet, he knew from experience that this was at least on the 60th floor.

The window was covered with a layer of black film. Lin Muching withdrew his gaze. He could not judge the height of the floor with his vision. Bai Dao greeted his arrival with a seemingly casual but actually airtight attitude. He followed the instructions on his mobile phone, walked forward and turned left, and came to a half-open door.

The black-haired young man in the room looked up and said, "Welcome, Director Lin. I hope you can get used to living here for the next month. I will arrange the guest room next door. If you want to go to the dormitory in Building No. 2, please let me know and I will ask the believers to bring the key."

Lin Muqing closed the door and frowned, looking around: "You live here?"

“Of course, I have a lot of work.”

After Bai Dao finished speaking, he lowered his head again. There was a pile of documents on his desk, which covered half of his head. The gel pen left flamboyant suggestions and signatures on the paper.

Lin Muching approached, his shadow cast on the personnel and labor documents. He paused and changed his position imperceptibly.

Bai Dao raised his head and laughed with an ambiguous meaning. The mask hid him and he closed the document with the thin gloves that matched his black windbreaker.

A familiar sense of déjà vu flashed through Lin Muqing's mind.

——It was his first time to come to the Administration. There was always a young man with his face covered by a book leaning on the back of a chair next to him. He was dressed casually, but wore weird gloves.

With the seed of doubt planted in his heart, Director Lin carefully watched Bai Dao handle work for the whole day. At 11:00 a.m. and 7:00 p.m., there would be a knock on the door promptly, with meal delivery. The food cart pushed in contained three dishes and a soup, a combination of meat and vegetables, with such balanced nutrition that it could be included in a textbook. Bai Dao politely asked him to leave and eat alone. At around 10:30, the documents on the desk were almost cleared.

Lin Muching looked at his watch and suddenly realized that this man had been working for more than fourteen hours without getting up. Seeing Bai Dao's accustomed look, it was obviously the norm... The phone suddenly rang, and Lin Muching walked aside to answer it.

"Chief! Someone was murdered." Yu Xi's voice was shaking, that was the rage he felt after being unable to control his emotions.

"The victim was my neighbor, Nie Zhuang. His wife, parents and children were all killed. It was too late when I realized something was wrong and climbed over the wall. I only managed to save him. He was struggling with the murderer, and the knife pierced his left lung. He had three fractures and a concussion... The murderer ran away after hearing my footsteps. I gave up chasing him and stopped his bleeding, and called the police."

Officer Yu may have encountered this incident after returning home. He said: "I arrived home around 9:20 and climbed over the wall at 10:32. Now the management bureau has driven over to inspect the scene, and the ambulance has just taken Nie Zhuang away."

Lin Muqing looked at his watch. It was 10:47. After 15 minutes of travel, the ambulance took the victim to the hospital for emergency treatment. He subconsciously looked up at Bai Dao.

Bai Dao, who had finished reading the document at some point, was looking at him with a calm demeanor.

Don't get me wrong, the church is not that cruel. What Lin Muching was worried about was that Bai Dao was secretly pushing the victim to turn into an avenger. He suppressed his urge to smoke, calmly directed others to handle the situation normally, and did not ask Bai Dao to leave.

Lin Muching was afraid that he would leave the church. Within a few days, he saw Nie Zhuang holding the murder weapon at the murderer's death scene, refusing to run away or avoid it.

Will Ji Xu do this?

Not yet.

First of all, the church also has standards for recruiting people, and Ji Xu has never competed with the Administration for cases. Secondly, Lin Muqing was unwilling to leave him alone after hearing the bad news, and Ji Xu did not want to provoke him in front of the director. People should at least learn to be tactful.

So Wang Gu came up to get the documents, and Ji Xu rolled the crystal ball over and said frankly: "Prepare a base with a triggered vibration patch for it. After the installation, put it on you for the time being."

Director Lin interrupted: "Excuse me, can you lend it to me for a look?"

Wang Guzheng got Ji Xu's nod and handed it to him. Lin Muqing examined it carefully. The crystal ball was not big, only one-third the size of an adult's palm, and as delicate as a child's toy. There was a cactus that looked like a succulent plant inside. There was only half a bottle of liquid left. He found, as expected, that the cactus was a living thing, and there might be nutrient solution inside that allowed the cactus to survive after being separated from water and soil.

There was nothing, Lin Muqing even said to Wang Gu: "Thank you."

Then Bai Dao politely suggested that it was time to rest. For a moment, Lin Muqing couldn't figure out his subtext. Was he politely asking him to leave, or was Bai Dao really a normal person with a regular schedule of going to bed early and getting up early, which is extremely rare in modern society.

...Lin Muching decided to leave for the time being. His resting place was next door, and his office was at the end of the corridor. If Bai Dao wanted to leave, he would have to pass by his door. Lin Muching left the door half open, so if someone passed by outside, he could see them clearly from the room.

Just in case, he turned on the video call and placed it in the corner of the corridor. Even if he fell asleep, the staff on duty at the administration opposite could at least take a screenshot and save it.

But nothing.

Baidao seemed to have taken root in the chair in the office. The next few days passed peacefully. Lin Muching listened to the progress of his subordinates on the phone. Every day when he came to the office from morning to night, he would see Baidao working on his papers regardless of rain or shine. Until the news came that the victim was discharged from the hospital early, twenty days passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, he also went out for a while. The other people in the church gradually became familiar with Lin Muching's figure. Sometimes he could see signed documents on the desk and realized that the church was getting less and less staffed. Instead, Bai Dao and Wang Gu were busy like spinning tops - Bai Dao provided the basis for their survival, but was committed to kicking them out of the church.

A strange feeling of impending storm enveloped Lin Muqing, but he could not find a breakthrough.

Most of the time, Bai Dao was busy with documents that could bury people to death. He rarely used electronic equipment and only used the call button under the table to notify Wang Gu occasionally. Lin Muching couldn't guess how Bai Dao broke through his surveillance. He even approached Bai Dao a long time ago and asked him to block nearby signals every night.

Lin Muqing apologized a little: "Perhaps this request is a little difficult, but the application requires 24-hour monitoring. Considering that you don't want to expose your privacy, we don't want to give in on trivial matters. The best way is to block it every night when I'm not around."

Bai Prayer said, “Yes.”

However, about twenty days have passed and Nie Zhuang has not been found since he was discharged from the hospital. Bai Dao is still busy correcting his papers. The management bureau is racing against time to track down clues, but the murderer has not been exposed. If this is a game, they are undoubtedly stuck on the main and side quests together.

The missing Nie Zhuang was actually hidden in Building No. 2, which Director Lin almost never set foot in.

In his eyes, Wang Gu, who often ran around between the two buildings and brought back documents dozens of centimeters high, actually came to Building No. 2 not to inspect the living environment of the believers, but to pass on messages to the leader and Nie Zhuang.

Things gradually became incomprehensible. Wang Gu really couldn't figure out how the leader could remotely control a cactus collision pressure sensor to send him Morse code? ?

Ji Xu opened the chat box that had not been used for many days, and Shudong conscientiously used his plant body to convey messages to his employer.

Baizhao: "Have you considered my conditions?"

"..." Nie Zhuang was thinking about the sentence that appeared on his phone. Twenty days ago, he was just an ordinary person, living an ordinary happy life. In order to celebrate his promotion, he bought a lot of dishes and prepared a feast with the elderly at home. The soup in the pot was still stewing, and the other dishes were already on the table. Then the unexpected bad news came.

He had a good relationship with his neighbors and knew that Yu Xi was a police officer from the Administration. When Yu Xi rushed in for first aid, Nie Zhuang watched him anxiously rummaging through the medical box to stop the bleeding, but what he was thinking about was a long time ago when a news case was being broadcast at his home and Yu Xi passed by with a complicated expression and told him to stay away from the Hundred Prayers Church.

Nie Zhuang was silent in silence and in pain. Officer Yu came to the hospital to tell him that the Administration was chasing him, and he found the website while lying on the bed.

——"How can I join you?"

The customer service replied to the message so quickly that it didn’t seem like the Tai Chi tricks that were circulating on the Internet: “Please think carefully. We don’t want good people, and we don’t help bad people. Can you accept and bear all the consequences?”

"Can."

"Turn left to the bathroom, soak your phone in water, tell the nurse it doesn't work, say you want to buy a cemetery plot on Street 6, Yuanjing Avenue, south of Huzhong City, and ask to borrow your phone. Give her your bank card and tell her the password is 142536."

"That's not my password."

"This is ours. Welcome to the church. You will be discharged tonight."

That evening, Nie Zhuang was notified that he could be discharged from the hospital. Along with the discharge record, there was also a capsule hidden under a piece of paper. He took it, and his condition miraculously improved.

Now Bai Prayer asked him again: "Have you thought it through? I can provide many kinds of help, and there is more than one way to take revenge. Four hundred and forty-four dollars, payable within ten years, and the church will help you collect evidence and hand it over to the Administration."

Nie Zhuang refused: "It sounds like charity, but I refuse."

Bai Dao seemed to have expected this and did not try to persuade him. He changed the subject and said, "In this case, you must pay another price. You are not allowed to run away after killing someone. You must stay where you are and plead guilty and obey the law."

It is a bit strange to hear this requirement of abiding by the law in a cult.

There was a flicker in Nie Zhuang's eyes, with three completely different emotions intertwined: doubt, agreement, and indifference. Finally, he nodded.

Bai Zhao told him: "We are helping ordinary people who are hurt, not a murderer whose mind is blinded by hatred."

The murderer must pay with his life, and the murderer must be brought to justice. To some extent, the principles of the Church of a Hundred Prayers are simple to the point of being terrifying, bringing people back to the primitive and cruel era of the past.

Nie Zhuang said: "...Okay, I can do it."

In the hidden rest area of ​​the office, Ji Xu closed the chat box and closed his eyes to take a rest. The jammer was still working and the signal was cut off. The nearby area became a blank place that could not be invaded by the Internet. Lin Muching used a special channel of radio communication to contact other people in the administration to search for the victim who had disappeared from society.